Blueberry muffins on the farm.

It's afternoon, and I'm walking over the fields towards the house after a long day of weeding on the farm. It's raining, and I'm cold, wet and my hands are aching. For some reason, I come to think about blueberry muffins. And I'll be damned, when I open the door to the main house and steps into the kitchen, I'm greated by Wei Wei (the woman of the house) and Hans (a young German boy staying here with his family), making vegan muffins.